Levi, as he had taken to doing daily, was making his way around doing cleaning inspections. Everybody else hated it, he could clearly tell. At this point, it wasn't so much as making sure everyone cleaned (if anyone was actually going to clean something correctly it would be Levi himself, he can't trust those nitwits to fire off the correct smoke signal much less make sure there's no dust on the window sill) but so that they knew who was in charge.
The bedrooms were filthy, as was the dungeon; the kitchen was decent (decent by Levi's standards is perfect for everyone else. He repeats, nitwits) and the dining room was atrocious. The brat had gone to bed without cleaning up the mess from the previous night's dinner. The high ranking officer made a note to kick Eren in the throat before he let the brat have breakfast.
Then there was the library. Well, it was mostly just a large room with hundreds of empty shelves. The little blonde brat had taken to filling up the shelves recently, thus also being charged with making sure that entire room was clean. Levi went up to one of the shelves and ran his finger across it to check for dust, there was nothing. He repeated the action several times before standing straight up as the library doors opened.
Armin, that's his name, Levi reminded himself. He nodded to the blonde boy and stiffly said, "There may be hope for you yet, Arlert." Without another word he walked off, directly to go make sure Eren got his deserved dose of ass kicking.
A/N: Guess who got into a new fandom.